Misc Your Songs - Elizabeth kay - tar hollow

^GThere's a place, ^Gthat I know ^Gin the ^Emgood old ^DO-H-^GI-O ^Gwhere the sprickets run free ^Gand the trees grow tall and it's ^Emfilled with the ^Dpeople I love ^Gmost of all ^GIn the hills, ^Gwhich are steep ^Gyou can hear us laughing loudly ^GWith our bibles in our hands ^Gand our voices ringing out, you can ^Emtell we ^Dare ^GMoravians

^COh, ^GTar Hollow State Park ^EmThis is where we ^Dstore our hearts ^Cwhen we come to^Ggether each year ^Emnever wanna leave, ^Dwish we could stay here ^GSo we raise our hands to the God up above for the ^Emplace that ^Dwe call ^Ghome

^GStink at Euchre, ^Gbetter fold ^GClean the ^Emshowers or ^Dyou might ^Gbreathe in mold ^GGrab a melon, ^Ggrease it up take it ^Emdown to the ^Dlake that's ^Gfull of muck ^GEvery Tuesday, ^Gwe're hardcore Get your ^Emhand ta^Dtooed on your ^Gway in the door ^GAt the beach, ^Gtalking sauce can't ex^Emplain that ^Djoke, we're ^Gall at a loss

^COh, ^GTar Hollow State Park ^EmThis is where we ^Dstore our hearts ^Cwhen we come to^Ggether each year ^Emnever wanna leave, ^Dwish we could stay here ^GSo we raise our hands to the God up above for the ^Emplace that ^Dwe call ^Ghome

^COh, ^GTar Hollow State Park ^EmThis is where we ^Dstore our hearts ^Cwhen we come to^Ggether each year ^Emnever wanna leave, ^Dwish we could stay here ^GSo we raise our hands to the God up above for the ^Emplace that ^Dwe call ^Ghome

^Emplace that ^Dwe call ^Ghome